Frenemies

These days I feel like i
Can have 10 bitches on the side
The Gram filled with all these hoes
Goddamn where did morals go?
I guess its hard to find someone
Who’s not been with everyone
Maybe im just old school
Who knows a thing or two
Not givin a fuck about time
Im what these hoes need
My brown skin
And my money tree that’s on rise
I’ve been doing things
That these lames feel
That damn that boys
On fire
He been doing things
That he said he would
Hes shittin on our lives
Im drinkin like
There is a message in the bottle
Or maybe ill just leave one for myself for tommrow
To remind me of the shit that’s goin down tonight
Pour down all that hennessy
Middle finger to my enemies x2
My hotel rooms a mess
Things aint even take off yet
Got bottles bitches sex
Swear I don’t know whats next
Getting faded all night long
Same shit in different times zones
I used to be the kid
That gave a fuck about
What people had to say
But I swear to god
That didn’t make me
Change me
Break my bread
That bullshits for the birds
Fakes never get to us
So I do my thing
And throw my deuces up
Im drinkin like
There is a message in the bottle
Or maybe ill just leave one for myself for tommrow
To remind me of the shit that’s goin down tonight
Hook
Pour down all that hennessy
Middle finger to my enemies x2